A previous fertility clinic we looked at had sent us paperwork that told me the work-up that needed to be done on my "internal valves" so I had already done 80% of the tests before I walked in the door- I can be an A+ student from time to time. I had sent in my dissertation of pre-appointment paperwork they had us fill out and they even called us to tell us they received it. Nicer than applying for a job. We had our first consultation appointment with RSC on a Friday in August. I was beyond nervous. I don't get nervous- really. We arrived early- it's how we do (if Meg has anything to say about it). We killed time sitting in the car while I played Candy Crush (it's a problem- I have 3 games going on 3 devices) until it was time to go in. When we walked in there were several other couples in the waiting area. We all glanced at each other, but in such a way that we never made eye contact. But then, after checking in with the delightful staff (who also complimented my boxed hair dye color- well done Clairol), we sat down and I started looking at everyone in the waiting room a little closer. Mostly what we saw were (presumably) straight couples. All looked a little nervous or just erred on the side of forced preoccupation with magazines that they never turned the page of for 15 minutes. Meg looked at me, leaned over and whispered something into my ear. We were both thinking the same things and you (mostly me) can't help but laugh. The first thought that popped into my mind while looking at the men in the room:
"YOU'RE 5 FEET FROM ME AND IN MINUTES YOU'LL BE 'DEPOSITING' YOUR JUNK!" Said in the voice of Stuart from MadTV.
We learned, while sitting there, that you go upstairs to be inseminated and down the hall to... "deposit". I kind of thought it was a missed opportunity for a joke on "Stairway to Heaven", but this wasn't my show so... whatever. Then I saw a man come around the corner and slam a stack of magazines on the counter.